[Third Person].
The Grand Hall was filled once again the following morning, but this time the atmosphere bore no resemblance to that of the previous gathering. Only tension.
The council of elders, Royal Alphas, Betas, and high-ranking officials stood assembled, their expressions serious as Draven took his place. Meredith sat beside him, her presence calm, though her gaze remained sharp and attentive.
When the hall fell silent, Draven spoke. He informed them of Estella's letter, her demand, and the two-week deadline.
The reaction was immediate.
Shock spread first, then murmurs, then overlapping voices as the weight of it settled over them. A war—so soon and with such boldness—was not something any of them had expected to face at this moment.
Draven allowed the noise for only a moment before raising his hand, and the silence returned. Then, the strategies began.
